Noble Wolf Vodka Novels & Stories

“If this wine doesn’t work, I’m stabbing you with the bottle.” “I’d expect nothing less.” He followed me inside like he belonged, closing the door softly behind him as if he wasn’t already walking on thin ice. I dropped back onto the sofa with a heavy sigh, legs sprawled, and handed him the glass. He poured, and to my surprise, the wine smelled… strong. Magically fermented. Old. “What is this?” “Wolfroot,” he replied. “A rare blend. Grows in cursed soil. Fermented with moonfire. It’s banned in three kingdoms.”

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the question filled with a mix of sorrow and anger. He hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting mine again. "It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that it was worth it. Nova has returned." I froze. Nova does as well, she stills. My eye meeting his remaining eye. "Nova?" He nodded, his other hand began to move, it moved to his pocket where he retrieved a dark blue vile. "They say wolfbane does not have an antidote," he raised the vile up so I coulde see. "But I found one,"

I asked, “ I take you to your mother” Luca winked. “ I know that’s where you’re taking me but what about the whole chat thing in the vampires?” I asked “ there’s nothing you can do right now we’ll figure it out later. Plus we have people investigating and watching if we start pushing too much Chad and his family might go underground and we might not get the answers we want so right now as much as it sucks We just have to live day-to-day and figure out your wolf thing in your powers and what you’re able to do if anything that is because the white wolf is a myth and we don’t know too much for certain just lots of rumors”

The air was thick with smoke and musk, laughter echoing from transformed wolves reclining in the corners, some playing rough drinking games, others nuzzling into their mates with wild abandon. Again, the stench of raw meat and blood mixed with the bitter tang of alcohol hit my nostrils. How disgusting! Pelts lined the walls, trophies from hunts and battles, and dim firelight flickered across the stones, giving the place an almost infernal glow. I kept my arms tight at my sides, refusing to show weakness. Alpha Knight gestured to a private alcove and poured a dark ombre liquid into two stone-carved mugs. “This,” he said, raising his glass, “is Bloodroot. Old as the first tribe. Only the stron

Unveiling a beautifully crafted wooden wolf statue with the Wuffaman shield carved into the base, the detail was phenomenal. She continued to open the gifts before her. She received a necklace with a blue sapphire pendant from her brothers, a dream catcher with raven feathers from Elder Griffin. She opened a package that was very bottle shaped, the wrappings fell, uncovering a black ceramic bottle, the word 'Mead' scrawled in cursive on the label. “ I would have gotten you an expensive bottle of whiskey, but someone has an unrefined palette. So thought you would prefer that.” Luca winked.

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

I stay in the room for a few more minutes before the nagging in the back of my head forces me to get up and head up the stairs. I walk to the cellar and pick one of the aged whiskeys I got as a gift from the Stillwater pack. They have the best distilleries in the world and have one of the best brands both in the werewolf community and outside of it. What the humans don’t know is, their aged whiskey is strong enough to knock out even a werewolf, they found a way to manipulate wolfsbane and make it less dangerous but strong enough to make people delirious. I pour a glass and take a seat at the bar, my head feels heavy and it is starting to throb.

He found The Luna sitting sewing at the kitchen table, “Sorry to disturb, Luna, you wouldn’t happen to have something for a nightcap would you?” “Of course, what would you like?” “Sack or whisky if you have it.” “You know the humans call it sherry?” she asked as she uncorked a bottle, pouring out the dark wine. “I didn’t. Thank you.” He accepted the drink, wanting the bottle but knowing that wasn’t acceptable. He needed enough to dull his wolf, however. Spending all day with his wolf nagging was driving him insane. He couldn’t keep doing it. “I leave you to it, My Prince.”

"This is your first Winter Moon as a free she-wolf in what, three years? We're celebrating properly." She held up the bottle triumphantly. "Wolfsbane wine! The good stuff, not that watered-down version they serve at pack gatherings." Vivian laughed despite herself. "Wolf hunting moon, Emma. Not wolfsbane moon. Luna above, you're still terrible with pack traditions." Emma waved dismissively. "Whatever. It's strong and it'll help us forget certain unfaithful alphas." She produced two ceremonial goblets from another package and poured the deep red liquid. The wine gleamed like blood in the low light, a fitting symbol for the wolf hunting season that the Winter Moon Festival celebrated.

Greyson hummed, “Lucrative.” I nodded. There was that, but I wasn’t worried about that. Blue Ice was the best wolfsbane whiskey in the world. It had been for over a hundred years. Money was guaranteed for as long as no one else could make it. It was who was on the other end of the deal that mattered.